ugh this human i’m living with is torturing me, they keep leaving fresh cut strawberries RIGHT outside the wall entrance on the countertop
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the strawberries are right there. i could just grab a slice and be back in the wall before they even knew what happened
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fuck it. i’m getting a strawberry
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Good luck, op! Be careful!
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hell yessss get that strawberry!!!! 🍓
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hey, op it’s been a few hours is there an update?
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guys it’s been a couple days i think that human fucking killed them
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RIP error hopefully you got to try those strawberries before you were caught 🙏
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hey all! still alive! sorry for disappearing, the human is actually really nice! it just gave me the strawberry slices. like obviously we should keep being wary of humans, but this one is super chill
and yes, they tasted amazing 🤤
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you fucked the human didn’t you
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of course not??? you think i don’t have an ounce of respect for my species?? you think i’d disgrace all borrowerkind by letting myself be manhandled and degraded into some toy for a giants pleasure??? it shared its food with me and we talked for awhile, as equals, and then we parted ways as friends. that’s it. god there are some freaks on this site
yeah its cool to see you again man. oh yeah i just stopped at taco bell on my way here. no dude fuck off this is my lunch. oh btw im sorry that your dad shrunk. you're just keeping him in a cage, right? and mom's making you feed him and stuff? uggghh that is sooooo annoying. does she even kiss him anymore? thats what i thought lol. hey hear me out. ill trade him for one of my crunchwraps. okay okay okay. crunchwrap and half of my nachos.
Now he was rushing to the place where the building had been and now was a pile of rubble. His heart was in his throat as he felt the suit crawl over his body and raced through the skies to his where the other part of his heart was.
Tony rushed from the cabin as soon as he heard the news, shock and horror on his face. Why hadn't he brought the kid to live with him? He should have forced Peter to come with him, both him and his aunt, but no. He had to have a bleeding heart moment and allow them to live in the walls of the apartment in Queens.
"Peter!" Ned called, his tiny legs trying to climb over the rubble to find his best friend. The crowd was gathering from the catastrophe but he couldn't care less. He had to find the family that lived down the hall from him and his Lola. "Peter where are you!?"
A voice made him stop and he turned to see MJ coming out from a tunnel under the rubble, her face blackened by the soot. "MJ!" He ran to her, embracing the girl, feeling her strong arms wrap around him. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm okay. Are you okay?" MJ pulled back to look at Ned's face, seeing a few cuts and bruises but nothing big.
"Yeah, yeah. I can't find Peter and the fire department will be here soon and we have to go!"
"I know! Peter! Answer me!" She called out, her voice giving away how scared she was. It had started out as a normal day but that soon changed as the walls of MJ's tiny home shook and trembled. Before she could leave the house, the walls started coming down around her.
Doing what she was taught, MJ had run to her room and grabbed her mattress, throwing it into their tiny plastic bathtub and getting under it. It had saved her life, but she didn't know about her father.
"Peter!? Where are you, man!" Ned's voice started to break with his worry for his best friend. "Peter come on, answer me!"
The boy grunted as he shoved a piece of wall out of their path and stopped. Before them was Peter kneeling on the ground, holding something that he couldn't quite make out. "Peter!" Ned rushed forward when MJ grabbed his shoulder, her tan face now pale as she stared at Peter with wide eyes. "What is it?"
She couldn't say anything, only point. Ned turned and saw a pair of feet lying next to Peter and it hit him. "No..."
Tony landed in the middle of the rubble after scanning for lifeforms. Friday couldn't find anything, which scared him to death. "Peter!?" he called, his helmet melting away to reveal his face. He turned in a circle, looking down at his feet. "Friday, scan again. Look for anything the size of a mouse."
He couldn't get his heart to stop skipping beats and Tony breathed through his mouth. "Peter!?" He was afraid that the smart, adorable boy was gone from his life forever when he heard voices and looked around. "Mr. Stark!"
Finally he looked down to see two kids running up to him. Kneeling down he still towered over them and tried not to look too threatening to them.
"Mr. Stark Peter-he's...."
Ted? No, Ned! Ned was his name. He was Peter's best friend and he was pointing to a spot. Tony heard the sirens coming and shook the fear from his face. "It's okay, kids. Come here." He put his hand down and watched them climb up. "Sit tight, I'll go get him."
Without another word he slipped the two teens into a pocket that formed and stood up, walking in the direction Ned was pointing. "Pete?" He called, stopping when he saw the kid kneeling. "Pete, we have to go. Come on." He knelt down again about to nudge the boy when he saw what the boy was holding and his heart stopped.
May lay motionless in Peter's arms and the kid's shoulders shook with his sobs as he cradled her head in his arms.
"May...May please....get up, please get up."
Tony slowly put his hand out and his finger touched Peter's frail back. The boy didn't even look up, he kept calling out May's name. "Kiddo...." tony started pulling him away but Peter shook his finger off.
"No! I'm not leaving without her!" He turned grief-filled eyes up to Tony, tears making trails down his dirty cheeks. "She's gonna wake up! I know she'll wake up! May always wakes up!" He turned and shook the woman's lifeless body. "May! Please...stop whatever you're doing and get up...I need you."
Tony couldn't handle it and slipped his cupped hands under the two and lifted them. Peter didn't make a fuss, his eyes on May. "It's okay, Underoos. It'll be okay." Bringing his hands to cover the two, he flew into the air slowly.
"Cap, I'm gonna need you to get to Ingram Street and collect a few families."
"What are their names?" Came Steve's voice over the comms.
"Leeds and Jones. Friday, stall the firefighters. Hurry, Cap. They're tiny so it's dangerous for them." Without another word he flew off towards the tower.
Ten minutes later he was striding into the penthouse, his suit still on to protect his passengers. Sitting down he tried to be as gentle as possible. "Okay tiny toons, you can come out now. Steve is going to get your families, along with anyone else that's there."
The pocket moved from his chest to his free hand which hovered over the table. "Go and explore if you'd like. Peter." He sighed and looked both sad and tired. "Peter needs time."
Both the kids nodded but they didn't leave that spot, their eyes on Peter and his aunt, tears tracking down both their faces. "It...it'll be okay," Tony said, feeling braver than he felt. With that he stood and walked away from the tiny teens to his room, shutting the door. "Peter.."
The kid didn't move at his name, just stared at the pale woman in his arms. She wasn't waking up. What kind of game was she playing? Whatever it was, he didn't like it.
"Peter, you have to let her go."
"I don't have to do anything," Peter snapped, holding May to him tighter. "She will wake up....just like always..." When she woke up she would smile at him like she always did. He would hug her and she would wrap her arms around him, wrapping him in safety as always.
"Pete....she's not waking up, buddy....I'm so sorry." Tony wanted to see what had killed the woman who had protected Peter so feircely when they had first met. He couldn't believe that she was....that she was gone. "Come on Pete....it's okay." He didn't know how to handle this.
When he'd lost his parents he was alone. Well, he had Obadiah but look what happened to him. Tony had turned to drinking and self depriciation. He didn't want to see Peter go down that road. "Come one, Pete. Look at me." He hooked a single finger under Peter's chin, forcing the boy's head up. The look in his eyes broke Tony's heart into a million pieces. "Oh Pete...."
That look made tears come to his own eyes but he blinked them away. Slowly he lifted a hand and put two finger between the kid and his aunt, prying his arms off the woman and lifting him. Carefully he placed May on the nightstand and grabbed a tissue, covering her body so that Peter wouldn't need to keep seeing her.
"No...no May! Uncover her! Mr. Stark please, she can't breathe!" Peter flailed and tried to get to the woman, almost falling off the man's hand, but Mr. Stark stopped him just before he fell, his fingers wrapping around him.
Usually he'd be scared, but tonight he needed to be held. Feeling those rough, calloused hands engulfing him was the straw that broke him. He felt the tears hot and steady falling down his cheeks as he stared at the tissue that covered his aunt's unmoving body and he broke. With a wailing sob he collapsed into Mr. Stark's palm.
"May.....May.....MAY!!!"
The teenager cried into the man's fingers as he clutched them to him. "Bring her back...please...someone bring her back!!" He couldn't take life without her. Suddenly the fingers moved and he was staring into two brown eyes that were wet with tears of their own.
"Pete....I know it's hard. And you have every right to cry. So you cry. You cry for as long as you need it." Tony blinked and a tear slipped from his eye down his cheek. "Come here."
Peter was suddenly surrounded by the scent of coffee and motor oil, a scent he was getting to know as Mr. Stark's and it made him feel..safe. He felt the man's shirt beneath him and he grabbed onto it
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Numb. That's what Peter felt as he stared at the small mound of disturbed dirt. He couldn't believe it. He was alone in the world now. Aunt May was gone, and now he had no one. "Why did you leave me alone, May?" He whispered to the ground.
"Who said you're alone?" Peter jumped at the booming voice and turned to see Mr. Stark kneeling over him, his sad eyes staring down at him. "It's time to come in, Pete. It's getting cold out here." The man put his hand down, but the boy couldn't step onto it.
"What if...what if she gets cold?" He turned back to the grave, his eyes watering. "I'll stay out here with her just in case she gets lonely." He was old enough to have stopped believing in that kind of talk, but he couldn't help it. He loved his aunt and now she was....He couldn't even think of it.
"That's fine, bud." Mr. Stark groaned as he got down, the ground rumbling beneath the boy's feet as he sat. "It's gonna get cold out here for you tonight." Whipping a piece of cloth out he threw it over Peter's head, making the boy cry out as he was covered.
"Mr. Stark, you shouldn't be out here. You're not fully healed yet." Peter's head popped out of the cloth that was blissfully warm. "Besides, you have Morgan. You shouldn't be worrying about me. I'll be fine." In time it would all be okay, right? He thought to himself.
"Morgan is fine, kid." Mr. Stark sighed and pulled a blade of grass from beside Peter, studying it. "Besides, she has Pepper right now, while you...." He didn't want to say it but Peter knew it. He was alone.
"I'm fine, Mr. Stark." The boy tried to smile up at the man, but Mr. Stark simply shook his head.
"No you're not, Pete. You're not allowing yourself to grieve. I know it's a shock but...you have to let yourself feel something other than numbness."
He put a hand down and wrapped his fingers around Peter's shoulders, his fingers hanging down his chest. "I...how did you...?"
"I lost my parents too, kid. I know she was like your mom and...I liked her." He remembered the first day he met her. She was stuck in a trap in the then abandoned building holding onto an even smaller Peter as she tried to free herself of the glue.
When she saw Tony walking up she tried not to draw attention to them but of course the man knew they were there thanks to Friday telling him. She had threatened to haunt him if he even so much as looked at Peter wrong, but all Tony did was free her of the glue and bid her goodbye.
That was when he bought the building and made it his duty to go and talk to May every month to see if they were okay, which they always were. "Your aunt...she was amazing, kid. She had such spirit in her that I admired. Reminded me of my own mother, especially with that look she would give when you said something she didn't like." Tony gave a shudder and heard Peter chuckle.
"She is...was....amazing, Mr. Stark." Peter's dash-sized fingers wrapped around Mr. Stark's pinky as he stared at the grave. "I can't believe she's gone.." A single tear fell and that was the start of Peter's downfall. Sniffles could be heard from the boy as the feelings poured out of him. His shoulders jerked as he tried to hide his tears, but finally the dam broke.
The boy cried out his anger, all of his hurt, all of his sadness. And Mr. Stark just sat by his side, letting him cry. The hand went from Peter's shoulders to under him, lifting him as he felt a cold wind wash over his skin. Soon the wind became a warm embrace.
The scent of coffee and motor oil filled his nose and he felt a sense of safety. "Mr. Stark...what am I gonna do? I'm all alone.... I have no home to go to...not without May...I can't be alone..." He didn't know how to be on his own.
"What are you talking about, kid?" Mr. Stark looked at him quizically. "You have a home. Right here." He pointed to the cabin behind them. "You'll always have a place with us, Peter."
Peter stared at the man for a moment before collapsing into his shirt and grabbing the material. "Thank you, Mr. Stark.." He whispered, sniffling into the material. "I..I miss her so much..." He looked down at the grave, his bottom lip trembling as he tried to hold back more tears.
"I know, kid. And that pain will never leave. It'll get easier to deal with, but there will always be an empty space where she used to be, and nothing will be able to fill that. But, there will be other things that will make the pain lessen. Like family, and your friend, what's his name? Ked? Ped?"
Peter burst out with a wet laugh. "It's Ned."
"Yeah, Ted." Mr. Stark smirked down at the boy who smiled up at him. "We'll help you through this, Pete. One day at a time. Let your family help you." The man put a finger under Peter's chin. "I love you, Underoos. I hope you know that."
"I....I love you too....dad...." Peter felt the fingers close around him and already he could feel the sadness being lifted away by this man who was once his mentor now turned parental figure. He looked back at the grave and shook off the fabric.
"I think May should have this....just in case, you know?"
"I think that's a good idea, Pete." Mr. Stark took the handkerchief and laid it over the disturbed dirt, making sure it wouldn't blow away with a few small rocks on the edges. "Come on. It's getting cold and you can always come out and visit her." The man groaned as he stood, looking at Peter who was staring at the grave.
"Goodbye Aunt May..." Peter called out. "I'm safe....I'm with my other family now...so you don't have to worry about me." He blew the grave a kiss and turned away, leaning into Mr. Stark's chest as he felt a sob tear out of him. A finger rubbed his back.
"She knows, Underoos. I'm sure she wouldn't like it, but she knows that I'll always be there for you. And I always will be, no matter what." He didn't even let death itself tear him away from the boy, and he would make sure Peter grew up knowing he was loved. Together the two went inside, leaving the grave topped with a simple stone that read:
'May Parker, Beloved Wife, Aunt and one hell of a borrower.
i think if a giant were to lock tiny me in a hamster cage, for whatever reason, i would be offended and indignant about it. like obviously. but also obviously, once they’re gone, you bet i’m gonna try out the hamster wheel. like just once. i know this whole thing is beneath me as a proper borrower, and i should not engage with any hamster items around me. but. c’mon. just one lap won’t hurt. like just to try it.
i catch tiny you and put you in a delicate little birdcage and you are ready to be terrified or perhaps flirted with but i just sit down in front of you and start talking about my latest hyperfixation and fandom OCs i made for it and my theories and you can keep trying to pry at those cage bars all you want bud, you’re not getting out of there, now LISTEN,
Officially submitting a request for any ghostbusters gt or Jurassic Park gt one shot or even headcannons
okay so i've been working on this ghostbusters story for like a week and i just kept writing and writing and writing so this is super long, please accept my offering 🫴🫴🫴
You, Ray and Egon? You were over in the lab, poring over red goo and test tubes and weird steam that had stumped you three for days. You knew this slime responded to human emotion in some way, but you just didn’t know quite what it did.
Winston? He was talking to Janine, trying to sort out next month’s schedule, papers falling from his arms as he tried to keep everything straight.
And Venkman? He was sitting, legs crossed, feet up on the table, chomping down on a sandwich as he flicked through channels on TV.
Typical Venkman, as far as you were concerned.
“This doesn’t make any sense,” you sighed. “It’s just — it’s like — where are those lab notes from last week?”
Ray shrugged. “I dunno. Egon, have you seen Del’s papers?”
“Hm?” Egon finally answered after a full 30 seconds of silence. “Oh, uh. No. No, I haven’t, sorry.”
Just the sound of his voice made your blood boil. “Alright, Venkman,” you rolled your eyes. “And I’m not a newbie. I’ve been here since February.”
“Yeah, yeah, talk to me when you save the world and blow up a giant marshmallow, okay?”
You groaned. “Does he have to be here?” you pleaded with your lab partners.
“Of course he does, Del,” Ray said, eyes not once wavering from the experiment in front of him.
“Just pretend he’s not here. That’s what I do,” Winston deadpanned as he whisked past you.
“Love you too, buddy!” Venkman called out.
“Okay, enough talking now, please,” you snipped. “This is confusing enough as it is—“
“Ray? Egon? There’s a gentleman from the Post who wants to speak with you both,” Janine ran into the room, almost out of breath. “And he won't go away.”
Ray and Egon looked at each other and shrugged. “Fine, tell him we’ll be there in five minutes,” Ray said.
You watched in almost horror as the two unceremoniously left the room, leaving you alone with Venkman. Great.
“So, egghead,” Venkman started, sandwich still in hand as he pushed himself up. You heaved another sigh. “What kind of nerdy fun do you get up to over here?”
“Not now, Venkman, please,” you begged. “This slime is serious stuff. And no food in the lab.”
“Psh. It’s not that serious. I’ve been slimed before. We all have.” He paused. “Well, almost all of us.”
You bit down on your tongue to keep from screaming. Peter didn’t want you here, that much was clear. He was perfectly comfortable with the four-man operation, and he strongly opposed your addition even when Egon and Ray begged for it. He eventually relented, but only because he knew it was a battle he couldn't win. You always figured he had it out for you so you’d be forced to quit on your own. The demeaning nicknames, the constant teasing, acting like you didn’t know what you were doing; you couldn’t take it much longer.
“Well, this one is important,” you retorted. “It’s from that weird ass ghost we came across last week. The composition of this, it’s… different than the others.”
“Hm. Different how?”
You turned to him and glared. “That’s what I’m trying to figure out.”
He held his hands up in mock surrender. “Alright, alright, sheesh. No need to get snippy.”
“I have to get snippy when you won't listen.”
“Woah, hey, alright now. Is there a problem?”
“Yeah, there is!” you fumed. “You don’t want me here.”
“Oh, we’re just making stuff up now, are we? You know, just because you can’t instantly figure out the solution to a new problem doesn’t mean you can take it out on me!”
“This— this isn't about the slime!” you scoffed in surprise. “This is about you not respecting me here!”
As the bickering continued, neither of you noticed the way the goo began to jiggle and make strange gurgling noises. It only got louder as the arguing went on, until Venkman noticed it was emanating an eerie glow.
“Uh, why is your goo glowing?”
“What are you talking about—” you started, but never got to finish. As soon as you turned and you both were looking at it, the light became blinding and filled the room. You and Venkman shut your eyes and covered your ears as a deafening whining filled both of your heads for the briefest of moments before it all came to a halt.
When you opened your eyes, all you could see was white. You were sitting down, somehow, and you suddenly had a splitting headache that was definitely not there a second ago.
“Ugh… what happened?” you mumbled. Your eyes widened at the weird sensation you felt when speaking — like you were alone in a sprawling field and all your words had floated out into the void, never to be heard by another living soul.
“Venkman?” you tried. Nothing. It took a few seconds to blink away the residual light, but you finally managed to see straight again. A shiver ran down your spine as you adjusted your glasses. Why were you so cold?
As soon as you saw it, you knew.
You had felt this weird looming sensation, so you spun around on your butt to see what was behind you. It wasn’t a person, or a ghost. It was a sandwich. Venkman’s sandwich. Which was now as tall as a house.
You were on top of the table, and you were tiny.
“Ho-ly shit…” you murmured, shakily pushing yourself back. Panic was beginning to set in as you took in the now-giant world around you. How was this even possible? Would your health be affected in any way? How were you going to fix this? You couldn’t let anyone see you like this!
“What did you do?!” a voice rang out from behind you. You groaned and turned around. Venkman had shrunk with you.
“What did I do? Are you kidding me? You’re gonna blame me for this?”
“I bet it was that freaking slime,” he muttered, already turning his attention away from you. His eyes darted around the table, which looked more like the Great Plains than a lab counter, to find where the goo you were observing was. He tried to pretend he wasn’t utterly freaked out when the tupperware container holding it came up to his neck.
“It’s like it’s laughing at us,” he sneered, observing the way the goo bounced up and down as he stood right over it.
Soon, you were standing right beside him. “You’re right. That’s…”
“...unusual?” he offered.
“Yeah, you could say that,” you began, “considering we’re FOUR INCHES TALL!”
“Maybe you shouldn’t have been messing with that stuff,” Venkman shrugged, slowly walking away from tupperware to the edge of the table.
Your eyes widened as he got closer to the ledge. “Venkman! Be careful!”
“Come on, I’m not gonna… fall…”
In a rare moment, Venkman was speechless. The drop to the floor looked impossibly long – longer than the Grand Canyon, or the view from the top of the Empire State Building. No, this was a longer drop than he had ever experienced in his life.
“That’s… pretty far,” he confessed, voice lacking his characteristic wit. Also at a loss for words as you stared straight down, you simply nodded.
“God, that guy was such a hack, wasn’t he?”
Your eyes blew wide. No, they couldn’t be back so soon…
“I hate reporters. Always making me feel like I’m doing something illegal.” Egon snickered. “Or that I got caught.”
You were frozen. This was the absolute worst-case scenario. Not only were you stuck with Venkman down here, but now you had to deal with two scientists you had only looked up to figuratively. They had to see how you had failed.
“RAY! SPENGLER! DOWN HERE!”
You cringed. It felt so counterintuitive to yell, but Venkman wanted this fixed and fixed fast.
He began waving his arms around frantically. “STANZ! SPENGLER!”
The giant Ghostbusters paused. “Do you hear something, Ray?”
“I was just about to ask you the same thing.”
“It sounds like it’s–”
“–coming from the table,” they said in unison. It didn’t take long for their eyes to find you.
“Oh… my…” Ray couldn’t even finish his sentence. He took cautious steps forward, slowly leaning down as he did so. You shrunk back.
“Venkman? Del? What–what happened?”
The words got caught in your throat as his gigantic face settled in front of you. He was so unbelievably huge, and his size filled you with a sense of unavoidable dread.
“Oh, thank god,” Venkman sighed. “Look, you guys have to bail us out. I’m positive that this slime you guys were messing with did this to us.”
Egon and Ray were beside themselves. The square-cube law didn’t allow for this! How could this have happened? Well, they supposed, anything can happen when ghosts are involved.
“Uh… guys? You can see us, right?”
You and Venkman exchanged an unnerved glance that said I’m pretty freaked out that they keep staring.
Cautiously, Egon stuck his finger out and was halfway to poking Venkman before his face twisted into anger and he sidestepped. “Spengler!” he cried. “What the hell do you think you’re doing!”
Egon pulled his finger back, unfazed by Venkman’s annoyance. “Oh, wow. It’s real, Ray.”
“This… this is incredible. Simply incredible!” Ray’s booming voice marveled. You winced at the volume. “I mean, this is a game-changer! Slime that not only responds to human emotions, but can alter their physical body in ways we – we didn’t even think were possible! I can’t believe this, I…”
Ray trailed off when he finally locked eyes with your trembling form. Sure, he was excited – he knew you understood that – but what he didn’t understand was just how scary this must be for you. To suddenly have your autonomy taken away from you… being loomed over and stared at by beings fifty times your size… it had to be no less than utterly overwhelming.
Venkman rolled his eyes. “You two can ogle at us later, after you find a way to fix this.”
“Sorry, Peter, you’re going to have to speak up,” Egon said, leaning in closer. Your eyes grew wider than you thought was possible, and one shaky step backwards to get away from his pinning gaze sent you tumbling to the ground.
“Egon!” Ray gasped, pushing his friend back. “Del, are you alright?”
Sheepishly, you nodded.
“Sorry, Del,” Egon said, concern all over his face. “I suppose I’m going to have to make a few adjustments to the way we interact.”
“Gee, you think?!” Venkman cried in exasperation. “We’re tiny, you’re huge. There, I think that settles it!”
“Calm down, Peter,” Egon chided with the tone of a concerned father. “Look, we’re going to have to run a few tests to see how—”
“No!” you piped up, surprising everyone, including yourself. You cleared your throat as your eyes darted from Ghostbuster to Ghostbuster. “I mean… you guys are gonna have to give us a little bit to, you know… process all of this.” You eyed Venkman. “Back me up here…”
Peter shrugged. “Yeah, what Del said.”
You groaned. “Thanks for the help.”
“Del’s right,” Ray agreed, turning to Egon. “Right now, we can just… ask them how they feel. Besides, we have to re-calibrate all of our equipment and cancel all our appointments until we can get this sorted out.”
After a moment of thinking, Egon nodded. Even though he still thought the best way to solve this was to run as many tests as possible, he understood the need for space.
In a shaking voice, you recounted the events leading up to the shrinking and how you felt now – overall normal, just overwhelmed and a little cold.
“Well, that makes complete sense. Your bodies are so small that the amount of heat you lose proportional to your height is faster than you can generate.”
“Oh, great, so we’ll freeze to death?”
Ray hesitated. “Well… all science points to yes, but you told me you feel completely normal.”
“So far,” Venkman grumbled.
“And nothing is darker?”
You both shook your heads.
“Fascinating. It was always theorized that the smaller you get, the less light your eyes would be able to process, therefore the world would appear darker.”
“I mean… I guess it’s darker,” you admitted. “But not by much.”
“Incredible. So basically, everything we’ve ever posited would happen if humans were shrunk… isn’t happening to you at all. I’m surprised we can even hear you talking, to be honest.”
The longer this Q&A went on, though, the more tired you grew, and Ray noticed. Truthfully, he always had a soft spot for you, which is why he lobbied heavily to bring you on board in the first place. You were the top of your class at NYU in biochemistry, not to mention you were passionate about helping others in any way you could. He could barely stand watching you cower away from the world you loved and have dedicated your life to understanding.
“Guys?” Winston’s voice rang from the back of the room, finally back from sorting out the schedule. He wasn’t going to be happy that all his hard work was about to go to waste. “Who are we… talking… to.”
As soon as he joined the fray, it became too much for you. “I… I… I can’t do this,” you sniffed, the first tear finally breaking free. “I – this is crazy.”
“Del? Are you okay?” Ray asked, sorrow written all over his face. A rather unfamiliar feeling suddenly washed over him – he wanted to scoop you up, hold you close and reassure you that everything would be alright.
“They don’t look okay,” Winston replied, his wide eyes fixated on you.
It was like the worst kind of judgment day you could imagine; like you were in trouble at school and everyone was in on it, or being scolded by your parents all over again. Three people you considered to be your family were now unfathomably large, and right now, there was no end in sight. Were you going to have to look up at them forever? Have them cart you around wherever you wanted to go? How were you going to shower?
“Del–” Egon started, but it was too late. Now furiously wiping away tears, you ran toward what you perceived to be an amorphous blob of technology behind you and disappeared around the back of what was, ironically, a microscope.
You instantly dropped to the ground, folding your knees into your chest and tucking them in tight. Right now, you wanted nothing more than to be left alone for the next several hours.
You wouldn’t even get a few minutes.
“You know, we’re going to need them if we ever want to get back to normal.”
You wiped your eyes and sniffed. “I don’t really want to talk right now, Venkman.”
Instead of the usual quick-witted comeback, Venkman took a seat next to you, stretching out his legs, as if that would make him taller again. There was a rare comfortable silence between you.
“Did you know I got fired from Columbia?” he said suddenly, unprompted.
You looked at him in surprise. “Uhm – no. No, I didn’t, actually.”
“It was a while ago. Heck, it’s what inspired us to start the Ghostbusters in the first place.”
You sniffed a laugh. “I didn’t even know you worked at Columbia.”
“What, is that so hard to imagine?”
“...Yes. Yes it is. What were you, a professor of laziness?”
“If ‘laziness’ gets you PhDs in parapsychology and psychology, then, yes.”
At that, you had to laugh. “I think you’re making that up.”
Venkman feigned offense. “Ask Ray and Egon! They wouldn’t lie to you.”
“Maybe if they weren’t a hundred feet tall and could crush me in an instant, I would.”
You hadn’t meant to let that slip, but you also didn’t regret saying it.
Venkman sighed, but it wasn’t out of annoyance. It was out of… concern?
“Look, kid.” That was the first time he had ever called you that. “This is weird as all hell, don’t think I don’t agree with you on that. All I’m saying is… all of us, we’ve fucked up before. Massively. This… this isn’t your fault, you know, right?”
“Are you trying to make me feel better?”
“Is it working?”
You wanted to say no, to keep snapping at him and telegraphing just how awful he usually made you feel. But right now… you weren’t feeling that. Maybe you just didn’t have the energy. He was probably just trying to cheer you up out of sheer necessity.
“Maybe,” you said. “Maybe not.”
Venkman shook his head. “You’re one impossible kid to please, you know that?”
Somehow, that response didn’t make your insides boil up with anger. Instead, you smiled.
“Should… should we check on them?” Egon asked, still staring straight at the microscope.
Winston shook his head. “Give ‘em time.”
Sure enough, a few moments later, you and Venkman emerged from your hiding spot. Venkman didn’t seem to have a problem staring up at his longtime friends, but for you, it was still too difficult and too weird. You kept your eyes trained in front of you, nervously wringing your hands together.
Venkman clapped his hands. “So! You guys come up with a brilliant plan to get us back to normal yet?”
Ray, Egon and Winston exchanged glances.
Ray ventured to speak first. “Well… truthfully…”
“We have no idea how long it would take,” Egon interrupted. “Or if we even can do it.”
“Nope, I won’t have any of that quitter talk,” Venkman said a little too quickly. “Can’t you see how much that would upset Del?”
All eyes fell on you. You squeezed your hand harder.
“Venkman’s right,” Ray declared. “We have to try everything we can. Exhaust every avenue! We won’t stop until you two are back to normal.”
“...I can help,” you said meekly, almost too quietly to hear. “I mean, I was studying that stuff for days, and I’m the one it zapped. I should be able to–”
“–no, Del, you can’t,” Ray said suddenly. At that, you finally mustered up the courage to look at him. He looked stressed. “It’s too dangerous, and you’re too small. What if you get hurt?”
You felt your face get hot. “Then I’ll deal with it! I–”
“I think we all need a break,” Winston stated in that firm, authoritative voice of his. When the other Ghostbusters failed to think straight, he was always there to pick them up. “Maybe we can deal with this in the morning, alright?”
Everyone nodded in unison. Winston was usually right about these kinds of things, and he knew it.
“Well, I’m goin’ home and getting some rest. Maybe now that Venkman’s so small, we won’t have to hear his yapping all day.”
Peter frowned. “Ha ha.”
Suddenly, you heard a soft voice right next to you. “Hey,” Winston practically whispered, marveling at just how small you were. He wanted to be comforting, but truthfully, he didn’t know how much words would help. “Hang in there, alright? You just let me know if you need a break from these yahoos.”
The way you gaped back at Winston, so impossibly large when situated right next to you, he wasn’t surprised that all you gave him in response was a nod. The small smile he gave you was reassuring, but it was hard to keep your breath from hitching when he stretched back up to his full height and left the room.
That left the four of you.
“If you three don’t mind, I need to go over Del’s lab notes and start modifying our equipment,” Egon said, eyeing the array of instruments at the corner table. “Or, Venkman, perhaps you’d like to come with me–”
Venkman was quick to refuse. “Nope, nooooope, nuh-uh. I’m not climbing into anyone’s sweaty hand. Just… bring me food and a blanket, I’ll make do on the table.”
Egon couldn’t suppress his smile at how adorable tiny Venkman was. “Alright, camper.”
Venkman furrowed his brow. “Don’t smile! This is not amusing!”
“Maybe not for you,” Egon deadpanned, laughing at the death stare Venkman gave him as he walked away. You don’t think you would get used to the feeling of watching your friends walk around a giant room, taking mere seconds to cover ground that would have taken you forever.
You finally noticed that Ray was eyeing you, but with a different look. Was he… nervous?
“Del…” he started, unsure of how to ask this. “Why don’t you – um, if you don’t mind–”
“Oh, this is embarrassing,” Venkman muttered.
Instead of bothering to finish his unsalvageable sentence, he sucked in a breath and put his hand, palm-up, down onto the table a few inches from where you stood. You gulped and stepped back, not prepared for just how massive it was going to look.
“Why don’t you come with me and get some supplies for you and Venkman?” he finally asked. “Nobody knows what you two need more right now than you.”
Every one of your basic instincts told you not to get on his hand; no, don’t even go near it. He won’t even be able to feel you in his palm. He would forget that you’re there, close his hand, tip it down, crush you, drop you…
But this was Ray. The guy who believed in you from the very start, who you had connected with almost instantly. Whether you liked it or not, you had to rely on him now – hell, you had to rely on all of them. You were a team, after all. A famous, ghost-hunting, rag-tag team that you spent every waking hour with… and you wouldn’t want it any other way.
To Venkman’s surprise, it only took you a few moments of deliberation before deciding to climb onto the hand. You hoisted yourself up like you were situating yourself on a boat – more like a lifeboat, in this scenario. You didn’t really know how to sit, or what would be more comfortable, but you supposed you had all the time in the world to figure it out.
Above you, Ray smiled. He wanted nothing more than to fix you, but damn it if you weren’t absolutely adorable at four inches tall.
“Ready?” he asked, consciously keeping his voice low.
You took a deep breath. “Yeah. Let’s do this.”
“Enjoy the ride!” Venkman called out, waving to you as you were lifted into the air.
“Try not to get jealous!” you grinned back, adrenaline coursing through you. It was the first time you felt like joking all day.
“Trust me, I’m good down here,” Venkman said, before muttering to himself, “for now.”
Ray beamed down at you, and you gave him a wary smile back. This was uncharted territory for any human in recorded history, but you had the Ghostbusters. You were going to be okay.
write that g/t fanfic. write it now. “but spaci,” you say, “i’m the only one who likes this character AND likes g/t”. listen. you are the only one right now. give it two, five, however many years. some gt fan will fall in love with your blorbo and google “(blorbo) g/t”. and they will find your fanfic. and it will be like finding water in the desert to them. you will be an angel to them. write the fanfic. for yourself, and for the poor guy in the future scrambling for whatever content they can get. you can save them. you can literally save them.
Dear Diary: today, two weeks after moving into the walls of this new human home, I finally caught sight of the giant I have been borrowing from. they didn't see me, but I certainly saw them. I cannot put into words how their visage has captivated me. never before have I been this enraptured by another person. I feel a stirring in my chest that I haven't felt since the years of my childhood crushes. of course, I am promptly moving out tomorrow, as we all know feelings are evil and should be ignored; and I will not let myself succumb to emotional weakness like some fresh out of Borrowing School dipshit. I will never let one of those giant bastards ruin my career. I'm also thinking of shaving my head. for unrelated reasons.
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